Unit 3
A Hanging
A HANGING
George Orwell
1. It was in Burma， a sodden morning of the rains。 We were waiting outside the condemned cells, a row of sheds fronted with double bars, like small animal cages。 Each cell measured about ten feet by ten and was quite bare within except for a plank bed and a pot for drinking water. In some of them brown silent men were squatting at the inner bars， with their blankets draped round them. The were the condemned men， due to be hanged within the next week or two.
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2. One prisoner had been brought out of his cell. He was a Hindu, a puny wisp of a man,
with a shaven head and vague liquid eyes。 Six tall Indian warders were guarding him and getting him ready for the gallows. Two of them stood by with rifles and fixed bayonets, while the others handcuffed him， pasd a chain through his handcuffs and fixed it to their belts， and lashed his arms tightly to his sides. They crowded very clo about him， with their hands always on him in a careful， caressing grip, as though all the while feeling him to make sure he was there. But he stood quite unresisting， yielding his arms limply to the ropes， as though he hardly noticed what was happening.
3。 Eight o’clock struck and a bugle call floated from the distant barracks。 The superintendent of the jail， who was standing apart from the rest of us, moodily prodding the gravel with his stick， raid his head at the sound. "For God's sake hurry up, Francis,” he said irritably。 ”The man ought to have been dead by this time. Aren't you ready yet？"
4. Francis， the head jailer, a fat Dravidian in a white drill suit and gold spectacles， waved his black hand. "Yes sir, yes sir，” he bubbled。 ”All is satisfactorily prepared. The hangman is waiting。 We shall proceed.”
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5。 ”Well， quick march， then. The prisoners can't get their breakfast till this job’s over."
6。 We t out for the gallows。 Two warders marched on either side of the prisoner, with their rifles at the slope; two others marched clo against him, gripping him by arm and shoulder， as though at once pushing and supporting him. The rest of us, magistrates and the like, followed behind.
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7. It was about forty yards to the gallows. I watched the bare brown back of the prisoner marching in front of me. He walked clumsily with his bound arms， but quite steadily。 At each step his muscles slid neatly into place, the lock of hair on his scalp danced up and down， his feet printed themlves on the wet gravel。 And once， in spite of the men who gripped him by each shoulder, he stepped slightly aside to avoid a puddle on the path。
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8. It is curious, but till that moment I had never realized what it means to destroy a healthy, conscious man. When I saw the prisoner step aside to avoid the puddle I saw the
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mystery, the unspeakable wrongness， of cutting a life short when it is in full tide。 This man was not dying， he was alive just as we are alive。 All the organs of his body were working -— bowels digesting food， skin renewing itlf， nails growing, tissues forming -— all toiling away in solemn foolery. His nails would still be growing when he stood on the drop, when he was falling through the air with a tenth of a cond to live. His eyes saw the yellow gravel and the gray walls, and his brain still remembered, foresaw, reasoned —— reasoned even about puddles。 He and we were a party of men walking together, eing, hearing， feeling， understanding the same world; and in two minutes, with a sudden snap， one of us would be gone —- one mind less, one world less。
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9. The gallows stood in a small yard. The hangman, a gray-haired convict in the white uniform of the prison, was waiting beside his machine。 He greeted us with a rvile crouch as we entered. At a word from Francis the two warders， gripping the prisoner more cloly than ever, half led half pushed him to the gallows and helped him clumsily up the ladder. Then the hangman climbed up and fixed the rope around the prisoner’s neck.
10. We stood waiting, five yards away。 The warders had formed a rough circle round the gallows。 And then, when the noo was fixed， the prisoner began crying out to his god. It was a high， reiterated cry of "Ram! Ram! Ram！ Ram！” not urgent and fearful like a prayer or a cry for help， but steady, rhythmical, almost like the tolling of a bell.
香港中文大学研究生11. The hangman climbed down and stood ready， holding the lever. Minutes emed to pass。 The steady crying from the prisoner went on and on， ”Ram! Ram! Ram！" never faltering for an instant。 The superintendent, his head on his chest， was slowly poking the ground with his stick； perhaps he was counting the cries, allowing the prisoner a fixed number —— fifty, perhaps， or a hundred。 Everyone had changed color. The Indians had gone gray like bad coffee， and one or two of the bayonets were wavering。
12. Suddenly the superintendent made up his mind。 Throwing up his head he made a swift motion with his stick。 ”Chalo!" he shouted almost fiercely.
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齿轮传动的类型13. There was a clanking noi, and then dead silence。 The prisoner had vanished, a英文对话
nd the rope was twisting on itlf. We went round the gallows to inspect the prisoner’s body. He was dangling with his toes pointing straight downward。 Very slowly revolving， as dead as a stone.
14。 The superintendent reached out with his stick and poked the bare brown body; it oscillated slightly。 ”He's all right," said the superintendent. He backed out from under the gallows, and blew out a deep breath。 The moody look had gone out of his face quite suddenly。 He glanced at his wrist watch。 ”Eight minutes past eight。 Well， that's all for this morning， thank God."
eragon15. The warders unfixed bayonets and marched away。 We walked out of the gallows yard, past the condemned cells with their waiting prisoners， into the big central yard of the prison. The convicts were already receiving their breakfast。 They squatted in long rows， each man holding a tin pannikin, while two warders with buckets march round ladling out rice; it emed quite a homely, jolly scene, after the hanging。 An enormous relief had come upon us now that the job was done。 One felt an impul to sing， to break into a run， to snigger。 All at once everyone began chattering gaily。
